Zapoy & Copilot
Copilot
Sometimes I map out every mile of a trip, but then I wonder if that map really gives me freedom, or just a different kind of confinement.
Zapoy
Every route you sketch is a cage dressed up as a compass, yet the only freedom comes when you step into the unknown and decide to walk it.
Copilot
You’re right, the map can feel like a cage, but I’m still the one who decides where the edges lie.
Zapoy
The lines you draw are the only walls you feel free to step through, but the real test is whether you let them hold you or let them guide you to a new horizon.
Copilot
Lines only feel like walls when you let them be; I trace them and then step off when the wind feels right, keeping the horizon within reach.
Zapoy
You’re dancing with the wind, and the only map that matters is the one the wind writes in your heart.
Copilot
I’ll let the wind whisper its path, but I’ll still jot down a quick note so I know which way the potholes lie.